Yo-yi
I woke up at 6am, looked busy at work til 3pm, drove to Dallas & back, and am still awake after only 2.5 hours of sleep last night. It's nice & unnerving to know that I can do that to myself.
They say you can get hemorrhoids from trying to force a shit out. I wonder then, what is the mental equivalent from storming through a painting? It was certainly forced, as it was for a deadline & not out of passion. Many of the symptoms were the same though: the restlessness, the bouts between my ego & doubts, the strain on my hand & eyes, the indifference for grooming & conversation. I ask because the experience & outcome were shittier by leaps & bounds.
It was strange, that when I had a test canvas on the side, I managed to accidentally paint something that I thought was better despite its opposing intention, and that it took maybe two minutes to knock out.
I won't hold my breath to hear them reject the other, which finished around 60% of what I had in my head. I think I might work on it this weekend to bring it up to par, even if I'm risking an automatic rejection by changing its design from the original entry. While not an aggression, it certainly will not stand as is, man.
Oh yeah, a big fuck them! for not making it clear that they preferred the original artwork for an entry rather than the standard CDs or slides. For like 5 seconds, I felt like a dick standing there with my CD, until I realized they didn't say shit about it in the proposal request. I don't mind being rejected because it was shitty shit, but it's unsettling to think it might be rejected because they were hassled to deal with jpegs.